Discalimer- I don't own HP
A/N-this is chapter 4.
"There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating: peole who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing." -Oscar Wilde
IV
Ministry Seeks Educational Reform
Dolores Umbridge Appointed First-Ever "High Inquisitor"
"Isn't it great?"Draco sneeres.
"I think it's the best idea." Pansy shrilles. Oh god I need a muzzle.
"It's okay I guess." Theodore shruggs not really caring.
"Don't you get it, this means that Twelauny and Hagrid are hystory!" Draco sneeres again. Pansy laughes shrily and Crabbe and Goyle chuckle stupidly.
"Who cares? We only had to go through a couple more months of them, and the others would have had to suffer with them." Blaise shruggs.
"What about you two?" Draco asks looking for someone to make him feel more on top of the world.
"I don't care as long as it doesn't mess with my free time or my class time. If she tries to mess with my time I'll probably be in Dumbledore's office." Milicent shruggs.
"It's uncool. You can't mess with tradition. It messes up your Karma level and bad things hapen to make up for it. But I guess her face is helping her out with some if the stuff that she's done." I sneer my award winning sneer. Picture Draco's and multiply it by four and then add two and that's mine.
"Karma Ravenca?" Pansy laughs. Is that all you can do, laugh? How pathetically sad.
"Don't mess around with Karma dude. Especially not with Ravenca. She has so much good Karma, if you make her mad, you're likely to fall down stairs."Blaise jokes.
"That was your own fault idiot." I smirk thinking about the time that he teased me about my belief in Karma once and immediatly fell down two flights of stairs. He doesn't do that so much anymore.
"I don't want to know. I do have a feeling it's rather dirty though." Theodore says as he raises an eyebrow.
"You think everything's dirty." Milicent says as she rolls her eyes.
"And it isn't?" Theodore retorts.
"Is apiece of breaddirty? What? I was just wondering." Blaise says as we all look at him; execept for Crabbe and Goyle, they just stare straight ahead.
"Hmm...you know, I never really thought about it. Give me a while, and I'll get back to you with a scenario." Theodore smirks pervertedly.
"You guys are sick, bye." I say as I head towards the library to research my Potoins essay.
A/N-Thanks to all who have read this and my other stories. Yes, this chapter was short.
bye, MK